My Husband Is the Perfect Kidney Donor to His Mistress

As soon as I said this, my husband's expression changed completely.He frowned. "This is hardly the time for jokes."I replied coldly, "David, don't you understand how scarce kidney donors are?"David's eyebrows shot up, his voice taking on an angry edge. "Would I be asking you if they weren't scarce? You're my wife—you can't even help with this?"I almost laughed from sheer disbelief, my eyes falling on their tightly clasped hands. "Oh, so you do remember I'm your wife.""David, please don't get so worked up. Apologize to Dr. Porter,” Ava chimed in with a fake smile plastered on her face, still clutching David's hand. "Dr. Porter, don't misunderstand—there's nothing between David and me. He's just concerned about my condition."I fought the urge to punch her in the face and kept my expression cold. "I'm not misunderstanding anything. The only help I can offer right now is to get you on dialysis immediately."I signaled for the nurses to take Ava for blood work and other tests.

My colleagues at the hospital started giving me strange looks.They'd gather in corners whispering, exchanging meaningful glances whenever I walked by.Occasionally I'd catch snippets of their conversations."What's going on with Dr. Porter's husband?""He's got a mistress, obviously.""Having a mistress is one thing. But bringing her to our hospital and flaunting their relationship? That's just cruel.""I heard Dr. Porter did something to deserve it. They've been married five years and still no kids.""She's busy, and she's only 28. Not wanting children yet is normal.""No, that's not it. You know how much she loves children. I heard she wants them but can't have them.""Really? Why not?""Well, female infertility comes down to a few things, doesn't it? Congenital issues, or not taking care of herself..."Weathering these strange looks and knowing sighs, I headed to Ava's room. The moment I pushed open the door, I found her nestled in David's arms, the two of them completel

Ava's smile was bright, but the coldness in her eyes made my skin crawl.I shook my head slightly and sighed.David had been lying from the beginning. Ava wasn't his old classmate.She was mine.Ava and I had been close since our school days. We became friends in middle school.From middle school through high school and college, we were inseparable—until our senior year internship.Ava and I were both assigned to nephrology, under the guidance of a nationally renowned kidney specialist.Our mentor was in his seventies, already retired but working on a temporary contract that was about to expire. He was about to leave the medical field he'd dedicated his life to.The only reason he agreed to supervise two interns was to make one final contribution before retiring completely.Near the end of our internship, he told us he had one recommendation spot that would secure a position at South City Specialty Hospital's nephrology department—with tenure.South City Specialty Hospital—wh

David's face went through a series of expressions: shame, anger, confusion, and a flash of surprise."What did you just say?" I pressed.The oath David had just sworn sounded so nice, I wanted to hear it again.But he didn't give me that satisfaction. He stepped closer, staring intently at me. "Ava is pregnant?"I could practically smell the stench of his broken promise – something about being lower than dirt from a family of animals."Yes. Is it yours?" I took a big step back before asking."Of course not," David instinctively shook his head."Then I'll advise Ava to terminate it," I said flatly.David finally snapped out of his shock, his face flushing. "Why terminate it?""Because Ava has end-stage renal failure and needs dialysis three times a week just to stay alive.""Pregnancy severely increases the strain on the kidneys, causing multiple complications that can quickly lead to maternal death."I looked directly into his eyes. "That's why patients with uremia are advis

"Regret what?" I replied coldly.Unable to see my expression, Ava looked disappointed."You knew I had congenital renal tubular dysplasia. Kidney failure was inevitable for me. Yet you still competed with me for that nephrology position, cutting off my last hope. Do you ever regret that?"Ava was dead serious. I responded with a cold laugh.Ava wanted to become a nephrologist because, in a sense, nephrologists control kidney allocation."I've never regretted it," I answered with a bitter smile. "Our mentor already knew you'd eventually need a kidney transplant to survive. That's precisely why he chose me instead of you.""Why?""Because he said doctors should be pure doctors, with medical ethics. They shouldn't use medicine for personal gain. Patients must come first—a doctor's mission is to cure their patients!""Medical ethics? Putting patients first?" Ava scoffed. "Layla, would you really put patients first? If David hadn't donated his kidney, would you have given me yours?"